“You don’t like to be told what to do.” This is what I was paying my therapist to tell me. Then-boyfriend-now-husband Tom could’ve given me that diagnosis for free.
It’s true though. You wouldn’t know it from my resume or my preppy-lazy attire, but I’m pretty rebellious by nature. Is “rebellious” the right word? Willful? Stubborn. I’m stubborn.
This was evident from early on. My mom loves to tell the story about the first time I declined to be micromanaged, and decided to potty train myself.
…It’s a good story, but I’ll save the details for my memoir.
like adore myself. I find it part of my charm that I can’t be tamed. Then again… it can sometimes be a problem.
Right now, in life, for example… I’m swamped up to my eyeballs with day-job-work, webseries-fundraising-work, improv-work, life-work, this-blog-sometimes-work, and other stuff.
So, I follow my time management techniques and schedule everything out…
I say, “Screw you two-hours-ago-Jill! You’re not the boss of me!” And then just do what I want.
Yup. The reason I can’t do diets, budgets, cleaning, or time management are all the same. I refuse to be bossed, even by myself.
Maybe it’s time to go back to therapy?